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Alliteration Snow Poems | Alliteration Poems About Snow

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The Forest

"What falls out in the forest stays in the forest"

The tree is trimmed, 
Proposing passion, protecting sweet sweat
Naked with nothing to bear or wear
Nature's breath lightens the atmosphere
She breathes in, he breathes out
The sound of rain drumming down deepens
Every form is near its end, 
Deep in this forest night
A Gentleman among the trees, 
Hibernating new seeds 

"On the other side of the forest"
He guides my path, with ebony eyes
A convincing vent, I swallow
The fear is broken, I sleep in glee
The whispers disappear 
Dying in peace by the secret bayou 
Broad leaves lay under raw landscape
Stilled by the chills he quills
A quarter past midnight 
Mr Romantic prepares my sheets of Winter

~*~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

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Spring's wisp

Softly,
Spring’s wisp
strolls tenderly

Sullen,
slowly moving,
singing songs of:

Spring’s bright,
Spring’s warmth…
Spring’s buds stringing along mine
sight 

Sadly,
Spring’s snow
Slowly prods
Spring’s wisp

Surreptitiously,  
Spring’s wisp aches for;
Spring’s strip

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2013

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Springtime Alliteration

Spring savagely starting
Seeking solace soon 
Snowing swirling storming
Sun somewhere shining?

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

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Snow alliteration

Silvery snow silently slides down the slippery slope.

Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015

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DARK and GREY

When wise winds whispered,
Touched the tall tree tops,
Branches opened like arms,
To welcome the silent snow.
Night was, all dark and grey,
Moon buried in loneliness,  
Rugged roads remained restless, 
While wild winds whipped.

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016

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WOODY

()     When       ()                       ()                   ()                                   ()
        ()                  ()                       ()           Woody          ()
    ()             wants             ()                    ()                            what
 Woody          ()              ()                 wants()()()              ()                ()                ()
          ()                         ()                ()                       ()            ()
          WE          ()              ()                ()       WANT              ()          ()
   ()           ()            WARMER             ()             ()             ()    
                    ()               ()         ()                                WEATHER()()()        ()     ()
      ()                   ()              ()              ()            ()                     ()
  ()       ()     ()               ()              ()               ()             ()                ()
Woody      ()           ()           ()            ()             ()              ()               ()
   ()           wants       ()          ()         December's()      ()          ()          ()       ()                                     ()                   ()                     
         ()                 ()                     ()
                       Winter          ()                      white()()()             ()              ()
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        ()           ()      WE  ()     ()  WISH   () HIM    () () WELL    ()             ()    
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Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

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The First Snowfall

Would the scent of winter,
the smell of fresh snow
mean much to me
if I'd been down south
breathing the scent of the sand 
in a better climate since a child?

If i found snow at fifty
I'd dance around with wonder
and shout the most magnificent praises 
that anyone could raise
but I'd ignore the smell
and scurry back inside.

The resonate purity of youth 
comes off the snow consecrated soil.
It's not a memory of youth
left wanting or yearning
but all at once I'm reimmersed,
undistracted in the storm.

Copyright © Eric Langenfeld | Year Posted 2007

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ELEMENTS part 2: WIND

the rushing wind passed with a bustling sound,
 tearing through the pear trees with a sheering pound.
 here, this windy  force from a venomous source;
go nimbly  numbing ears, neck and toes.

frost bitten to the core, one could feel no more 
as the icy breeze causes most things to freeze.
an element of the earth is this howling fellow,
 thundering past windows  with boisterous pesky songs!

how it scatters the snow from piles of snow banks,
 kids with gloved hands shoveling as a show.
we're making a snowman, likety lick,
but with excessive venum, the winds' obsessive  gale, 
 skids the sprawling snowman away.












Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016

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The Wild Snow

                                                   

                                               The snow is twirling
                                               The snow is whirling
                                               The snow, The snow
                                               The snow is blowing
                                               The snow is going
                                               The snow, The snow
                                               The snow is flaking
                                               The snow is breaking
                             Not to soon but,one day at the stroke of noon
                                 when the sun is in the middle of the sky
                    when it is not shy the sun will pop out from behind the clouds
                                          and melt all the ice and snow
                                               The snow, The snow

Copyright © Adam Weir | Year Posted 2016